Elementals: For Made Of Power, The World's Loyalness And Bravery

Dolls of the Grieving Goddess

Lizzie's POV-
    Thankfully, this festival of absolute torture is almost over. Just one pair to go. I'm honestly not sure what I can expect from this one, considering how weird the pair is. But, well, who knows at this point? Ashlie, with Spell, an already very broad category. Then Dawn, Animals, also very broad. He could summon any one in a snap out of thin air. They both hold mysterious powers, I wonder how this will turn the tides of this fifth and final battle? All I can say is, as much as I am truly nervous to see what is going to happen, I am also excited at the prospect of seeing how their elements collide and work with eachother as they battle. The others, both younger and older generations, looked in awe as I called out the names of the last pair. I have no doubt in my mind that they all are just as eager and nervous about this one as I am, their expressions say it all. I nodded to both of them as they faced eachother in the view of the battle field. Dawn seemed a little off kilter with the effects of this fight, obviously aware of potential consequences. However, Ashlie seemed passionate about the battle, as she carefully analyzed and planned out her moves in alliance to the terrian and her current opposition. Out of everyone in Generation 2, I can confidently say she is one of the most observant. It normally comes with the holder of that element, but some are so gifted in this act of pure strategy that they can predict and block any move that comes toward them, no matter the type. Only some are within the precise range of skill. Her fiery red hair lit the battlefield and the sky as the world was to stop, everything soon to flip on itself.

Ashlie's POV-
    The grip I had on myself, the passion that coursed through my being, and the carefully thought out timeline of events I had planned came to a screeching hault the moment I attempted to call to my power. As if mocking me, bright yellow strings tied to my wrists, legs, and neck as I was forced to the bidding of the power in which I had lost control. My whole self seemed to peel away as I became a offset of myself, a voodoo doll to play with the lives of others through simple needles and strings. An army of similar dolls about the height of my knees crawled to take Dawn's life, each looking like one of us. It was interesting, yet horrifically twisted. The worst part was, I could not speak. I could not even move my lips. String sewed my lips shut with blood dripping from the spots less covered up. I gaze in horror at the horrendous monster I had been forced to become. Dawn was being surrounded by them, with no one to save him from the wrath. At least, not that I thought of. Kitty ran into the scene, in the form of her Blood Moon Goddess. How she had figured out control of it so fast I will never know. Blood coated the sides of her mouth as she raised her hands, turning the scenery to night and summoning every moon faze at one time! I could tell this alone was already draining her energy substantially, so she acted quickly. Velvet red beams poured from the blood moons directly through me. As I started to fall unconscious, I watched her body fall as the exhaustion of the potentially deadly save consumed her.

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